When we alighted from the carriages, he walked pretty stoutly, and had great pleasure in revisiting these his favourite haunts.

Of that excursion, the verses, 'Yarrow Revisited' are a memorial.

Notwithstanding the romance that pervades Sir Walter's works, and attaches to many of his habits, there is too much pressure of fact for these verses to harmonise, as much as I could wish, with the two preceding poems.

On our return in the afternoon, we had to cross the Tweed, directly opposite Abbotsford.

The wheels of our carriage grated upon the pebbles in the bed of the stream, that there flows somewhat rapidly.